Sept 3, 2024 8:20:23 GMT
Post by lafey on Sept 3, 2024 8:20:23 GMT
[ Mission: Serve That Food! ]
"You've got to be kidding me." Lafey looked down at her phone containing the mission text with an abject hatred in her eyes. The vile spite of being faced with doing something as lowly as playing a servant was anything but an enjoyable experience. It wasn't like it was an important mission in the grand scheme of things: just another sort of side hustle where you flip burgers or something. Lafey stood in front of one of the restaurants in Paris, eyes locked onto the "Help Wanted" sign near the entrance. "I wasn't aware you doubled as a job searching application, you little demon." The frenchie hissed at the screen of the cackling Earth-chan with a roll of her eyes. It was just a stupid job of cooking food? How hard could it be? "I've done much harder things than this. How hard could it be?"
Not ten minutes later and Lafey stormed out of the restaurant in a huff. the interview process, while fairly short, had ended with the owner advising her against being employed there for the time that they needed her. The reason was hard to ascertain but his comments were still the fuel for what her ire filled mind cycled around. She was "not friendly looking enough" and "didn't really match what they were looking for in a candidate." Despite her initial revulsion towards the job, her petty nature now made her more than willing to see this through, solely out of spite. She hid around the corner and went to plan her next action alongside a glass of stolen wine.
"I'll show him "friendly looking". I'll draw in this entire town if I have to. But how the hell am I going to do that like this?" Lafey finished off her glass of Parlimente Red and swilled the remnants of the glass in one hand while pacing in place. Breaking down the problem in easy problems in need of solutions, she wasn't going to be able to walk in and get employment in there so easily. So she'd need a disguise or to look somewhat more affable. But how was that possible? Her fingers swiped through her inventory page as her mind swirled around her cranium for an ounce of an idea, eventually stumbling across a skill from a full year ago. That hellish time she was stuck as some blonde bimbo came back vaguely, causing his visible disgust.
But then an idea struck her. Lafey stared at the skill and groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"The things I do for points..."
"You've got to be kidding me." Lafey looked down at her phone containing the mission text with an abject hatred in her eyes. The vile spite of being faced with doing something as lowly as playing a servant was anything but an enjoyable experience. It wasn't like it was an important mission in the grand scheme of things: just another sort of side hustle where you flip burgers or something. Lafey stood in front of one of the restaurants in Paris, eyes locked onto the "Help Wanted" sign near the entrance. "I wasn't aware you doubled as a job searching application, you little demon." The frenchie hissed at the screen of the cackling Earth-chan with a roll of her eyes. It was just a stupid job of cooking food? How hard could it be? "I've done much harder things than this. How hard could it be?"
Not ten minutes later and Lafey stormed out of the restaurant in a huff. the interview process, while fairly short, had ended with the owner advising her against being employed there for the time that they needed her. The reason was hard to ascertain but his comments were still the fuel for what her ire filled mind cycled around. She was "not friendly looking enough" and "didn't really match what they were looking for in a candidate." Despite her initial revulsion towards the job, her petty nature now made her more than willing to see this through, solely out of spite. She hid around the corner and went to plan her next action alongside a glass of stolen wine.
"I'll show him "friendly looking". I'll draw in this entire town if I have to. But how the hell am I going to do that like this?" Lafey finished off her glass of Parlimente Red and swilled the remnants of the glass in one hand while pacing in place. Breaking down the problem in easy problems in need of solutions, she wasn't going to be able to walk in and get employment in there so easily. So she'd need a disguise or to look somewhat more affable. But how was that possible? Her fingers swiped through her inventory page as her mind swirled around her cranium for an ounce of an idea, eventually stumbling across a skill from a full year ago. That hellish time she was stuck as some blonde bimbo came back vaguely, causing his visible disgust.
But then an idea struck her. Lafey stared at the skill and groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"The things I do for points..."
